A sleaze.
This man is a sleaze.
I could smell it in the air that he was going to be a problem.
Elijah is a fairly attractive man in his early thirties with perfectly tanned skin and a flirtatious smile to match that he bestowed upon me as if it was a gift from the Goddess.
It wasn’t. He looked dumb.
His smile suddenly faded, glancing at the stern faced Orion. If looks could kill, this man would already be rotting somewhere. “I’m sorry. Was I interrupting something?”
“Yes.” Orion snapped at the same time I answered with a polite, “No.”
Orion shoots me a glare and I shrug, mouthing a ‘be nice’.
He counters with a ‘f u ck him’ and steps in front of me, blocking me from Elijah’s view and vice versa.
Elijah clears his throat, bringing us out of our soundless conversation. “It’s grea
